Me and Benjie roamin' round the neighborhoodTalkin' trash and lookin' cool and feelin' goodTook a road that neither of us seen beforeFound ourselves where neither of us been beforeWhen the road had endedTotally dead-ended

Me and my pal Benjie felt the goose bumps riseFunny stuff was happenin' right before our eyesSaw the ectoplasm forming from the wallsSaw the figure standing where the shadow fallsHair on heads up-endingFamily jewels ascending

Me and my pal Benjie got our gas in earHearts began a-pounding in response to fearSaw the shadow of the house tower over usSmell of mold and death of cold took hold of usNo use in denyin' four little feets a-flyin'